Rough Draft

if ever we stand your hand in mine,
we could watch the waves crash upon the shores,
as we scream our hearts out.

if ever the sun stays this way,
an orange-red yarn of romance,
i could lie awake and hear you sing forever.

if ever the wind throws your hair back,
and the ocean breeze chills your heart,
could i offer my jacket,
could i be the one whispering warmth,

into your life.

if ever,
if only i could.

how beautiful it'd be.